Food for Love

by Briggs, Laura

  “Thank you,” she answered. “I thought the arrangement was beautiful myself.” There was a slight catch in her voice–what on earth must they think, the supposed Ms. Taylor about to cry?

  "Nothing less than the best could have planned that wedding," said Mrs. Harlett. "We're in your hands, Ms. Taylor. We've blocked out this whole afternoon for you and brought every idea we have." She motioned towards a pile of brochures and drawings.

  Gwendolen hesitated. She had to tell them the truth, she had to. Didn't she? After all, she wasn't the famous Grace Taylor and their wedding wasn't part of the firm's client list. She was supposed to crush their dreams here, not play along with a fantasy.

  But gone was the mousy assistant from "Perfect Vows." Tossing her head, she drew her shoulders into an elegant posture beneath her plain sweater.

  "Absolutely," she replied. She tapped her fingers against the portfolio clutched against her chest like a schoolgirl's books. "So, let's talk about the theme, shall we?"